Back in That Mode E

Yeah, yeah. Fuck it, I'm back in that mode. Hundreds, they blue, they elopes. Stripes on all my notes. Poppin' my shit to this hoe. Tellin' her which way to go, yeah. Puttin' the P in a pro. You know it's us over everybody. My nigga just caught him a Grammy's body. Niggas know that you ain't been about it. How you talk about it, you don't live about It? Rap about it, ain't gon' kill nobody. Real street nigga made a milli' bout it, no Cap. Check my stats. Niggas cap good, but I rap good and I Trap good. Movin' packs good in the fast life, In the fast lane. White Percs, they don't match The cocaine. When it's residue, I'ma blow, Mane. Keep a strap on me like a dyke. Twenty pounds in the AMG Benz. Got insurance on it for the night. I'ma keep goin' till my heart stop. Burn red Porsche with the hard top. This is real life and it's hard knock. You a pussy nigga with a soft spot. Got a few whips in the car lot, yeah, Yeah. I just been gettin' it in. Rockin' the latest of clothes. I ain't even worried 'bout hoes. I'm lockin' in lows. I'm goin' for pro, maxin' The contract out. Pop out, the bros pop out. Lickin' her lips, lettin' her bra pop out. I know what this bitch about. Tryna get a Nigga real spin a nigga. Seven six-twos, put 'em In nigga. If a nigga think that he a Bigger nigga, had to show the nigga who the Realest nigga is. This for the player niggas. Pull up and spray a nigga. This for the money holders. Pull up and pay a nigga. I got the Bag on me. Dodgin' a janky nigga. Labeled a real nigga. And they cannot take it From me. Yeah, fuck it, I'm back in that Mode. Hundreds, they blue, they elopes. Stripes on all of my notes. Nigga, take notes. Poppin' my shit to a hoe. I'm tellin' her which way to go. I'm puttin' the P in a pro, nigga. I turned to a vibe. I flow and take my time. I let her feel my words. I make it so I'm heard, yeah. Leavin' that shit for the birds. Niggas is rappin' for nerve. Straight to the point to perm, yeah. I wonder when niggas gon' learn. Yeah, I got the shit on lock. I threw away the key. I pop the shit Like jigglers. Real niggas been puttin' on for me. I be dripped, draped in the bleach. Crew clean for the lil' scenes, yeah. Fuck her, make the bitch cream. On the run with JCMB. How these hoes love a nigga? Maybe it's my image, yeah. Maybe it's the money. Or it's somethin' in the Middle, yeah. Regardless, I ain't finna know, Trick. Nah, I ain't finna blow, bitch. Pace rain, sleet, or snow. I'm the same nigga everywhere I go. She know that shit.